Also, I found this poem I thought I would share.
T’was the night
before Christmas they lived all alone
in a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone.
I had come down the chimney with presents to give
and to see just who in this home did live.
I looked all
about and a strange sight I did see
no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking on the mantle just boots filled with sand
and on the wall hung pictures of home ... a far away land.
The soldier lay
sleeping silent and alone
curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home.
The face was so gentle, the room in disorder
not how I pictured A United States Soldier.
The soldier
awakened and I heard his rough voice
Santa don't cry this life is MY choice.
I fight for freedom and I don't ask for more
my life is my God my country, my corps.
The soldier
rolled over and drifted to sleep
I couldn't control it I continued to weep.
I kept watch for hours so silent and still
as we both shivered from the cold nights chill.
I didn't want
to leave on that cold dark night
this guardian of honor so willing to fight.
The soldier rolled over with a voice soft and pure
and whispered "Carry on Santa. It's
Christmas
AND ALL IS SECURE”.
I hope the images you just saw as you read this will linger in your mind. Take a moment to say a prayer for our warriors for what they have done and are doing so we can enjoy freedoms and our comfy beds without worry. May God bless each of those who served and are now serving so far away from home. May they all make it home safely and soon!!!
Join me here next time. -- I encourage you to have trust and faith in Jesus.
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